Things I’m thankful for.
I like the feeling of breath coming in and out of my body. After having a double-lung transplant over six years ago, I’m still enamored by my breath. It feels like I’m breathing life itself.
Creativity. I love to make things up. Ideas come to me like I got a gift in the mail and I unwrap them by writing them down, painting, or singing them.
You’re reading this. I’m still amazed that the things I write get read. Writing is such a private experience. I send out what I write in this bottle into what feels like a river and you find it and read these words.
The rains. They started here again. It doesn’t rain from April till the end of November. Yesterday it descended. I was outside looking in awe at the raindrops. They looked so full, as if the maximum amount of water was in each drop.
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